"It's really effective. Brother Zhongxuan will definitely get better this time." Ling Zhongyu and others clearly felt the subtle changes in Ling Zhongxuan's body and cheered in surprise.
Although Zhihan didn't say anything, the tears shining in her eyes clearly revealed her inner excitement and joy.
As the elixir power circulates, Ling Zhongxuan not only gradually regains his former glory, but also faintly exudes the unique aura of an emperor-level master.
Feeling the changes in Ling Zhongxuan, Ling Chuxi was also very pleased. He could be hailed as the most outstanding cultivation genius in the Ling family since Ling Fenghua. His talent was undoubtedly undoubted. If it weren't for this strange disease, his strength might have been lost.
Having reached the god level, even Ling Chuxi asked herself that it was impossible to compare with him. There is no doubt that as soon as he recovers from his illness, it won't take long before the Ling family will have another god-level master.
Others also gradually felt Ling Zhongxuan's increasingly obvious imperial aura, and they all looked excited and expectant.
But at this moment, Ling Zhongxuan's expression suddenly changed, and the surging Emperor Qi poured out like water from a huge embankment. In just a moment, Ling Zhongxuan seemed to have been drained of all the strength in his body.
, his feet softened and he fell backwards, his face no longer had the previous look.
"Zhongxuan!" Zhihan was shocked and supported him.
"I've said before that even the Peizhen Pill can't save me..." Ling Zhongxuan said with difficulty with a sad expression.
Just now, even he thought he could recover this time, but he didn't expect that he still fell short in the end. He has experienced too many failures over the years, and this blow almost completely broke his mind.
"Stop talking!" Ling Chuxi suddenly took out the golden needle and flew away like a dragon.
Her movements were so fast that Zhihan and others could not see clearly. All they could see was a flash of golden light, and nearly a hundred golden needles had penetrated into various key points in Ling Zhongxuan's veins.
In fact, she thought that Ling Zhongxuan would definitely recover this time. The sudden change almost caught her off guard. Fortunately, after hard training, her reaction speed was much faster than ordinary people. As soon as she saw something was wrong, she immediately injected the needle and cut off the internal fluid in Ling Zhongxuan's body.
The rapid passing of vitality and elixir power.
"How could this happen? I've obviously refined a special cultivation elixir, so how could this still happen?" Zhihan was lost and murmured in disbelief.
Ling Chuxi did not answer, but grabbed Ling Zhongxuan's pulse gate, used her spiritual consciousness, and examined it carefully.
Because Ling Zhongxuan had been ill for many years, the Ling family had hired countless spiritual alchemists to check his condition, and Zhihan said so confidently, Ling Chuxi naturally thought that his condition had been diagnosed long ago, but that no suitable treatment had been found before.
That's all. Now that Zhihan has obtained the Peizhen grass, she doesn't have to worry anymore.
Only now did Ling Chuxi realize that she had been careless. She was afraid that Ling Zhongxuan's condition was not as simple as Zhihan and the others thought.
Over and over again, she probed Ling Zhongxuan's meridians and qi sea with her spiritual consciousness. Ling Chuxi's forehead oozed fine beads of sweat. After a long time, she recovered it, and her face became extremely ugly.
"How is Zhongxuan?" Zhihan saw that even the Peizhen Pill could not cure Ling Zhongxuan, and his condition seemed even more serious than before. He was already in a state of chaos. How could he still remember the little things he had with Ling Chuxi before, so he grabbed him
"What's going on with Brother Zhongxuan's illness?" Ling Chuxi asked solemnly. Only by asking clearly about the specific situation at that time could she make a conclusion. And this conclusion was the last thing she wanted.
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